.-Return to Innocence-.

- . Resentment . -

The story through Alice's eyes.

Yep I've been on a long time ago and I'm back again anyway I always thought Alice should have more guts, ya know, be an independent woman who can take care of herself? So I wrote this. It's the whole story but in Alice's POV. And lemme tell ya, our sweet Alice is different in my story. She's sorta the same in a way but more disturbing. We all gotta love a dark depressing pissed off Alice right? Sure we do.

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Into the flood again

Same old trip it was back then

So I made a big mistake

Try to see it once my way- Would? Alice in Chains

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The night was dark and cold; the starry night sky stared back at me. I was on a train. The Japanese kidnapped me while I was in Changchun. I'm so scared and lonely right now, I can tell you. All I can do though is stare into the night, bored as ever.

What did I do now to deserve this? What will happen to me? A slight cold air filled the dull room blowing my blonde bangs slightly.

My hair which was usually down a little above my chest was secured in a braid wrapped around my head. I've always done my hair this way, ever since that day... the day I tried the new style I saw in a fashion magazine.

It was the late night when I went to Rouen with my father. It makes me remember somehow, every thing that happened that tragic night. Also my dark blue dress, I wore it then, too.

It's a tad bit short but I've heard around from my girlfriends it really works if you want to attract boys. I was never in a relationship and I found myself desperate, desperate for love. I've always found myself unattractive, you see.

Yes I know it's foolish of me and immoral of my beliefs such as a Christian like me. But oh heck, I never wanted to be a Christian anyway. That's right, God never hears my pleas, prayers, offerings.

I don't know if he truly does exist. Or maybe he just hates me. And ever since my father died by that wicked cruel man...

I'll never forget. Ever. Curse God.

The voices of two Japanese soldiers broke my thoughts; one of them tall and lithe looked like he was pleading to the other, a short, homely, small-eyed fellow. I wish I had learned a few Japanese words when I was schooled in Britain since I only speak English.

Some walking sounds were coming from the other car, must be a solider on patrol I guess. I reached for my bible and opened it out of boredom.

It was cream colored with a beautiful picture of three crosses. Father gave it to me when I was about ten years of age.

I miss you so much...

I began reading the scriptures, God's words were not enough, and I can't believe this rubbish. How can all of these tales be true? The word of God seems so make believe as I read it now. I use to trust this? Put my heart and soul within this? It's nothing but petty crap!

My father was blessed by God, I did believe it, but his life was taken before my eyes. Was it the work of the Devil? No, my father was a noble man who cared for me dearly.

No, no the Bible is wrong!

I slammed the book hard almost ruining its backbone.

A male scream entered my ears, I looked up and what I saw, dear God, I was too shocked to move my body. Some sort of gray flying entity with a sharp sickle was chopping, slicing, and maiming all three soldiers in the car!

The sickening sound of flesh sliced made my nose twitch, the sound of dripping blood and meat met the floor. I gasped and ducked head first on the hard wood with a thud.

My bible! Oh no...

From what I saw on the ground, the small-eyed solider got off of his seat and he stood in front of my laying body, shooting violently, preferably at the small demon. Trying to keep it the hell away from me.

But what about the footsteps?

The diminutive devil from what I remember floated in midair...

What is that sound?

I put my hands on my ears, gritted my teeth, and closed my eyes.

This is a dream; it must be a horrible, horrible nightmare! Suddenly something heavy made a thunk sound on top of my thin body.

With a small gasp, I opened my dusty blue eyes to find... it was the solider! He was dead, the mini demon slaughtered him. Screaming, I pushed his corpse off my velvet dress, his crimson blood dripping on the floor, soaking into the wood. A chaotic scene from Hell.

I stood up hesitantly, but quickly, and to my own terror, it was him!

"Roger Bacon?! Wha ...?" I squeaked the words out like a mouse caught in a trap. This was unbelievable.

How did he found me? How did he know?

"Yes, I'm honored that you remember me so well..." Honored? Oh yes, sure I'm honored.

The bastard.

What a doubtful nightmare. It's happening... again. Somehow, everything just has to happen to me. Do I really have that much bad karma on my grave?

The flying demon took its toll and rushed towards me. Shrieking, I kicked it hard with my right leg. Praise to these shoes of mine, the heels make them great weapons.

It fell to floor in silence.

I stared at its diabolic features with disinterest ready to stomp on its little vulgar body, my eyes filled with rage. Its reflexes must be quick as a knife; it dodged out of the way as my shoe stomped hard on the cracked wood instead of its small form.

"Huh?! Impossible..." I swear I could have killed it dead on. Roger grinned.

"Oh ho ho, you can't escape, come quietly... sister." Sister? I've given up that title, I given up everything.

He can't take me away! I am strong. Much stronger then ever before.

"NO!" I yelled with all the might I had left in me.

A door soon opened as Roger was about to speak. He turned around to see who the intruder was, as did I. It was a young man with brunet hair, leather pants, and a brown suede trench coat on his slender but from what I saw built form.

Was he with Roger Bacon? One of his menacing cronies?

"Ah, another actor in our play."

..I guess not.

The floating creature lashed forward at the speed of light and sliced the young man's arm right off! A clean cut. Never in my twenty years of life have I seen as much gore as I have tonight.

God is no longer with me I suppose.

Tears welled up in my eyes, he must have been a bystander and upon hearing me in my state of trouble, seeing what was the matter. Roger is killing an innocent human!

No, no...

Wait, how would there be a bystander when only the Japanese were stationed on this train? I remember an elderly woman, but she was my escort, nothing more.

My head was full of questions and to my surprise that even brought more questions without answers, the young man grabbed the creature with his unscathed gloved hand, smashing its head into a bloody mess, crushed like a melon.

How....? That's just disgusting.

"I was fond of him..." Came Roger's nonchalant reply. Fond of that terrible beast?

I'd be damned if I saw another.

The brunet boy gave a wicked smile on account of hearing Roger's words. Slowly and gently he picked up his severed arm, and... It attached back to his shoulder?

I rubbed my eyes, did I just see this? I know I cannot be hallucinating and I do not take drugs of that sort.

He posed in a "taa daa" sort of fashion, like he was magic and he could do anything within his will.

What's going on...?

Wake me up!

Get me out of this bloody mad house!

This was just too unreal; I stared in disbelief then... disgust. He must be the spawn of Satan, what normal being can possess such crude abilities?

What a loony.

Roger Bacon looked on in despair, a smirk formed on my pink glossed lips, I could sneak away... jump off the speeding train from the back door, and as fast as my legs could take me in the night plains.

It'd be a long shot, but with some will power, I could over come such an obstacle. My smirk became more devilish as I began steadily...

Just a little more...

"Uh ah..." Roger Bacon's taunting voice filled my ears, a magician-like silk gloved hand grabbed me roughly by my arm oh, and how it hurt.

No... let go.. let go of me!

I was in such a bewildered vehemence I became more hectic yelling as loud as I could, pushing, shoving, hitting, and smacking his face repeatedly.

"Get the Hell off me!! Let go!! DAMN YOU! I Hate you! To Hell with you!"

I could feel tears form not from being helpless in this situation, but with anger and terror in my eyes. Roger, being annoyed with my act, slapped me across the face,

"Silence your scornful tongue, you wench!"

My cheek still burning and stinging from the impact, I turned in the mad magician's arms to find the young man staring at me... just staring blankly.

Are you really that idiotic?

"What is wrong with you?! Don't just stand there! Help me! Help me please! Help me, damn it!!"

I choked on my tears and my voice echoed through the thin walls. Why wouldn't he help? Roger, who had a enough of my dramatic hollering and many beatings, reluctantly grabbed my face.

A small light formed in his hand. His magic..? Dark sorcerer powers. I sensed it. My sixth sense kicked in. Glowing evilly, yet it was somehow beautiful all in one.

I felt my eye lids grow heavy, and my body was filled rapidly with fatigue.

"no... no.."

I said it droopily as boots ran towards me and Roger. Then, on an instant the sound of a massive explosion, crashing wood and destruction all around. Was it a bomb? Roger's power? Where is the boy? The mad magician must have got him.

...no...

...I'm all alone.....

......What an idiot...

I mumbled incoherent words as I blacked out... but felt awake, my eyes just won't open like blindness and my body, I can't move it, I'm asleep... but I'm not.

What? I felt someone carrying me. Roger... running probably ...a gust of breeze, am I outside?! Shoes hit metal. Roger, on top of the train?

What's going to happen to me now?

..no leave me alone...

It's no use ..my voice ..I can't..

Soon he came to a fast halt.

"You're a persistent little rat, aren't you?"

"You ain't getting away, pops!"

Came a reply. Was it the dark young man from before? Who knows, he hadn't said a word before. How could he survive that monstrous explosion anyhow?

Well wait... he managed to connect a severed limb back to his body.

...Creep.

I felt my weight being dropped, I tried to express an emotion to the pain but I'm so weak, I can't see, all I can do is lay lifeless like a rotting corpse.

This is too much. I want to wake up, back in my room, my soft cotton bed in Zurich with my spirited mother and father.

Please, wake me up!

I perceive punches and kicks. The boy? It must be him, fighting Roger with all his strength.

No don't, Roger is too powerful, stop it...

You'll surely die.... you, you fool.

I hear another noise mix in, the dark antagonist chanting something...something? The spell! The heinous spell that murdered my father! It's all the same, it's happening again, deja vu in the wrong tense.

No... My body is paralyzed,

can't move...

We'll both be dead..

I do not want to suffer the same fate as my father...

This will not happen. Quit it!!

But my thoughts won't work, not like I can do telepathy. I'm just a plain girl. A simple plain girl.

"Alice, my Alice, don't say such things. You are very important to this world."

Dad? Father? His voice...

A light appeared in my mind, my conscious; I was in a green field, the sky blue forever more, my brain perhaps? Father right in the middle of daises. An actual scene from Heaven I presumed.

"Alice, don't give up. Do not give up hope."

"Father!!"

....He can't hear me. It's no use. To no avail.

"Alice fight, my daughter... Believe."

Believe? I believe no more in God.

Father... "I miss you..."

"You must live, protect this earth daughter, you are the Key. The Key to save Man Kind. The Key to Salvation. Never ....give ...up ..."

His body was gradually fading away in mist like an early morning, as did the vast happy field as the words echoed in my head. Key to Salvation? me...? What does this mean?

Don't leave me...

I love you...

A bright bustling light soon conquered my head. My body? I'm floating...?

Father...is it you?

Are you the one helping me?

A gushy morbid noise soon followed like skin breaking open on impact. Someone or something grabbed me with out delay; it felt like they were holding me like a fair maiden.

Me..? A maiden? please. If only I could get out of this grasp...

The dark haired young man? Was it him? My hand, it can move, finally the small spell was fading. I tried to touch anything so it could give me a sense who this person was.

Something smooth..like suede. Suede? The trench coat, it was him after all. He's the one holding me.

Stop, I'm fine ...I can walk.

"God damn!" Roger shouted filled with anger and pain. What just happened? What did the boy accomplish?

The spell? It was delayed..how?

Father?

The light..?

Some many questions stirred within me. Probably never to be answer clearly.

I soon felt a jump. Jump? Did he just jump off the train, with me? Oh, why won't my eyes open ....a soft thud, did he land safely..? Off a moving train...?

..Weirdo.

He's differently a weirdo.

My head ..ouch. Not again...

My world went unbalanced and black again. My head pounding, as I saw rolls of thunder hit plains ..then lighting, clouds, rain, dust ...a tower. A tower?

Wind roared wildly and the whole scene was black and white, like a movie. A figure was crouched down on the top of this certain tower ...with a brown trench coat? The boy..? He's running ...toward something..? What..? What is that thing?

"No... Don't!! Don't do it!!!"

No question about it, that was my voice! What in the world?

"Yuri... your soul..."

That's me ...I'm ...crying? What..? Y..u..r..i? I don't know anyone named that as I can recall. My mind is playing tricks on me. I've gone completely nuts.... The scenery faded away showing me something else in its place, an empty room dark and dreary, and a dusty table in its center with a photo in a gold plated case.

A photo of Roger Bacon? The image started to ink away in a slow motion, revealing a new one of a skeletal-like miniature man with a yellow top hat, a description engraved on the bottom read "Roger Bacon."

..Roger Bacon?

That is not him... who the?

....odd dream.

A soft flash, birds, waterfalls, a peaceful rainbow, ocean... darkness? Blue room... a mask?

A mask with eyes all over it's exterior. Gloomy. A sharp whisper of a small girl's voice entered, and then there was I, on a stair case next to a huge door, with me were four masks with different faces of... animals?

"Atman...Atman...Atman...your fate."

Yup... I'm a mental case alright...

My eyes started to ease open. My body... I can move, I fully recovered from the spell. It ached, but I can manage. I can fully move my joints.

Try again, Roger.

I staggered to get up, and yes, It was the young man.

"Yo, finally comin' to? Lookin' for the train? It's long gone."

I looked around timidly. He was right, it was gone.

Well, he did jump off it like a mad man. So, where were we now? It must be the plains, but the fog is so thick and the air smells of smoke like a stereotyped horror movie. I must still be in China. Thank God...

But this guy? He didn't have to do this for me at all...

Ya know, I'm stronger then I look.

"Umm.. Thank you, you know.. for doing this for me. You really shouldn't have. I could have managed." I sighed dusting off my dress desperately.

He shrugged. "Yeah, well... just let it go, alright?"

What does he mean "just let it go."? I know he's hiding something from me. But just what is he hiding? Did something happen while I was out?

You're a bad liar.

I heard him chuckle. "Heh heh, pretty exciting, huh? You getting a tingly feeling? Right about... here?"

He reached out and grabbed my right breast. Oh how uncouth!

Tingly? ....Gross.

"What the heck do you think you're doing!?" I hissed as I backed away, already about to smack the hell out of him.

He had no right to touch me. Especially right there of all places! He's a complete stranger to me. I don't recognize him from anywhere!

"N-no stop it! Stay away! Just... back off!" I put my hands to my face, as if to shield myself from this monster.

Why am I so scared of him..?

His face looked as if he was in question.

"Stay away? I haven't even done anything yet..."

Yet? What does he mean, yet? He really intends to have sex with me? Possibly rape me? How iniquitous.

What a filthy pervert!

Is this the only reason he "rescued" me? Just to get a girl to release some sexual tension?!

I'm not someone to be fucked with, surely!

Even if I've given up being a Christian and not waiting until marriage, I won't have sex relations with a complete stranger, only with the one I love.

Love? I don't believe in love anymore.

How can it truly exist? Isn't it something humans make up just to reproduce?

...besides I can't see how he looks in this Godforsaken fog.

"I said back off! Please..I.. I can't... I can't do anything... I.."

I've lost it.

I became so scared of the situation at hand and being messed with or "played" with if you will, I began to... run. Yes I tend to run away from lots of things.

It's always easier to run... and, I'm definitely not becoming a rape victim.

"Huh?" I heard his confusion, "Uh... where do you think you're going? I'm tellin' ya it's not safe that way."

I heard him fluently, but do I care? No, who cares if it's not safe this way I can take care of myself. It has to be safe anywhere than beside him.

Damn horny hooligan!

Men can be such detestable beasts! Acting like women are toys to be tinkered with! My feet lightly touched the ground, running at my full speed.

There has to be a town, village, maybe even a city near by somewhere so I can escape, maybe even go back home to Europe.

Oh How I missed my homeland. I heard yet again, the perverse young man, this time shouting out a plea.

"Aw, give me a break... Hey girlie! Don't run off like that!"

Girlie? My name is Alice, okay.

Do his intentions lead for him to follow me? I bent down quickly to grab a medium sized rock.

Just in case he decides to catch up...

I'd bash him in the head, Alright!

I halted my tracks as I heard a yell. Was it him? It sounded like he was in much pain. I looked at my hand.

..I hadn't thrown the rock.

To my most surprise a chimerical voice appeared. In my head?

No... it was all around like, it was actually engulfing me. I couldn't make out most of the speech it was all scratchy and terse; all I caught was something about Darkness and Light. What does that mean?

Hmm... oh well must be something stupid.

But... what was that soft female voice?

China is a darn nut house... or unless I've... lost it completely.

Not paying attention to my surroundings but rather the paranormal phenomena frequently occurring, something butted into me. I turned,

A wolf?!

There are wolves, here? I never knew wolves were in China, I only heard of them in mountain areas in Europe. But then again,

I'm not the world's smartest person.

With a shrill shriek I bashed continuously at the mutt with the rock I saved for the rude, ill-mannered boy. The wolf finally passed out after a few beats, blood leaking from its head.. from my own doing.

Did I just do that?... My temper sure does get the best of me.

Ever since.. father left me.

"Ah!!" I squeaked, a bat, another blasted animal.

I think I'll begin to throw away my love for animals if this keeps up.

"Damn bat, I'll teach you a thing or two!" Where was that dumb rock?! Where did I put it? I looked onward and saw a dark mysterious river. I must have discarded in there.

Shit! Forget it!

I picked up a nearby heavy stick, trying to whack the bat, but it moved too quick. It was too cunning. The bat, annoyed with my childish attempts of frightening it, pushed into me forcefully.

I fell flat on my back, dust wafting up in my face. I turned over, wincing in misery.

I tried to get back up, I just couldn't.. too tired. It must of bit me... I felt air hit my wound, it was somewhere on my hand.

Hope I don't get rabies.

I closed my eyes, just wanting to leave this horror, this Hell. Getting captured by the Japanese, then Roger shows up from the unexplained trying to take me away, then I get rescued by a literally detachable, ill-bred, smutty freak! And now, I killed a wolf but can't even harm a stupid bat.

...Just my luck.

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So how was it? Wow, my first fanfic since like, three years. Yeah Alice is very OOC, but that's the point. I just had to make a darker Alice. This is probably the only difference in the story. The rest is just like the game. What'cha think? Does it seem too rushed? No flames, those are evil. But criticizing is fine! - I'll get chapter two up as fast as I can. Stupid homework.

- / A Lifeless Beauty / -